A dog’s eyeview

P1034807Ok, so this isn’t the best of pics and I’m not even sure if this is my best side, but it gives a good idea of what I see when I’m happily travelling in my campervan with my humans. It’s a bit messy really with newspaper on the floor and boots, but it was muddy where we were and I was told quite firmly to stay until my paws had dried off a bit.

You see, we had a short holiday in the really wet and horrible weather, but there were mostly dry days with lots of rain overnight. That meant I got wet every time I went out even if it wasn’t raining, because the ground was soggy, I’ve got rather short legs, and my underbelly gets muddy too. But the humans have a thing they call a doggybag and they zip me into it when I’m wet and I come out mostly dry. All the grit and dirt and muck fall off into the doggybag and once I got used to it, I really didn’t mind having to sit still in it, or lie down it, because I was clean and nearly dry when I got out.

When we’re in my campervan this all works quite well, especially as I get a few treats while I’m drying.

What’s interesting here though is what I can see in the van. That one down at the end, with her back turned, is getting food ready. That’s where the cooking goes on, but it might be food for me too, and my food is kept in one of those cupboards. So I’m staying put as told, and drying off. And hoping for food……

Winter camping

I went away recently with my two humans, for a few days in my motorhome. Camping at this time of year – February, wet, stormy, windy – is perhaps not the best but it’s sometimes good to get away and see new places. Or in my case, smell new smells. And the van is one of my most favourite places to be.

We stayed in a place called Rutland, on a campsite which had plenty of space to walk around and it had a dog walk too, in a wood. But it was muddy, very muddy, and every time we went out I had to go through that rubbing and cleaning of my paws when we came back in.

We went to a place they called Rutland Water to look at birds. Boy was it muddy there! I couldn’t go into part of it as it wasn’t dog-friendly, but there is another place in the bird reseve that is OK for dogs. We didn’t go there because my humans had enough of the mud they had to walk through to get to the bird hides. I stayed in my van, in the warm, and they walked me around the parking area and along the road nearby. Needless to say, it was wet and muddy. I think I came off best when I saw what was on their walking boots!

We went to a town called Oakham, which was very dog-friendly. I was welcomed into the Castle area and the old building which was a sort of museum with masses of horseshoes all over the walls.

The best bit of the winter camping trip was a visit to a huge country park with a massive posh house. It was called Burleigh House but it was closed (there were signs saying No Dogs so I couldn’t go in anyway) and we walked in the grounds. It was very windy and cold and I wore my fleece onesie, which keeps me dry and warm and clean.

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That ditch ha-ha thing & me in my onesie

We walked past the big house which had a ditch thing all around it. My humans said it was a ha-ha. I thought they were laughing or something.

We also went to the nearby big town called Stamford, which my humans seemed to like quite a lot. I suppose it was quite a nice place as I was allowed to go in everywhere. There are several churches there which I could go in as they were dog-friendly too.

What a difference it makes to find so many dog-friendly places to go to when we visit somewhere new in my van.

Sunny, frosty Southport

We went to Southport me aP1080297nd my humans, in my campervan, and stayed overnight on a campsite we’ve been to before. It was sunny and cold, with this chilly white stuff they call frost covering the grass in the morning. The puddles were all hard with ice but it didn’t stop me from enjoying walks and exploring a very nice park with a big lake.

There were ducks and pigeons, and as I’ve recently got ino bird watching I sat still and watched a crowd of these feeding on food put down for them by someone. I’d have loved to have got closer to them, especially the pigeons as I see these in my garden, but I was held quite firmly on my lead and couldn’t budge.

The park (it was the Botanic Gardens – Ed) was dog-friendly and there were notices showing where dogs had to be on leads. In some parts – the wilder rougher parts, which I liked – dogs were allowed off leads.

The humans seemed to like this place quite a lot so here are a couple of photos of it in the sunshine. But blimey, it was a bit chilly though.

I’m in print!


Look what I found! I saw this was lying about on the floor, took a peep at it and got a big surprise.

It’s a picture of me in my motorvan, along with some writing. I can’t understand it all but I think it tells the story of  my very first trip in my home of wheels and my first experience of camping – you know, the story I wrote about with the picture of me in my playpen thing on the very first campsite I ever went to. The one near the beach. It says something about my visit to the beach too.

Life’s full of surprises, and this was a good one!


“Meet the new Motorhomer” appeared in MMM magazine in August 2018.


Does my bum look big in this?


We went on holiday in my campervan earlier this year to somewhere called North Devon. My humans did all the arranging and driving and packed my food, treats, toys and bed, so all  I had to do was behave myself and settle down between the two front seats of the ‘van for the journey (hitched up to my restraint of course).

We stopped off at a couple of places on the way before we actually reached North Devon, and I’d heard them say something like, “We could go there on the way and have him measured for it, it’s somewhere near the campsite” (that’s a magical word for me – I know it means we’re going somewhere new and interesting).

Their satnav thingy didn’t work properly and they kept saying things like, “It’s right out in the sticks here.” I like sticks. You can chase them and chew them and sometimes, if I find one I like, I carry it back home. So I thought we were going to a place that had lots of sticks for me to play with. But no. We ended up in a sort of farmyard with a big shed building where there were people making things with funny-looking machines.

They all made a fuss of me then I was taken into a big room with lots of shelves and one of the nice people got something from a shelf, took it out of the bag it was in and put it on my body! I was a bit startled. It was like having human clothes on and I wasn’t sure what to make of it, although it felt kind of cosy and safe once it was on. I even saw that dog I sometimes see who looks a bit like me. He was  wearing it too when I looked at the thing they call mirror. I must say, the colour looked quite fetching against his coat.

After that, we got in the ‘van and went to the campsite, where it was wonderful. Woods! Mown pathways through them! Lots of long grass! Smells! Places to explore and a big lake, where they had to keep me on my lead as there are things called beavers who live there. Seemed to me that the beavers chopped down bits of trees as there were plenty of sticks lying around on the ground. Maybe this was the place they meant that was in the sticks?

Great as it was there, it did rain a lot one day. P1070365That was the day they got my my new outfit out of the bag and put it on me. It was to stop me getting soaked, muddy and dirty in the rain, and it worked. When we came inside the van, it was the outfit that was wet and muddy, not me. So it’s not too bad at all really.

I do wonder what I really look like in it though, and if my bum perhaps looks a bit big in it?

Editorial note for dog owners: Bosworth’s suit came from the home of Equafleece in Devon. He’s wearing the lightweight summer one; the heavier fleece winter one we also bought awaits the first cold snap in our part of the UK.

Camping? What’s camping?

Soon after I’d arrived at my new home and settled in, my humans introduced me to another home. This new home is now pretty much what I consider to be mine, not theirs; it’s a home on wheels, also known as a campervan…a motorvan….a motorhome. There are lots of different names but you get the drift – it’s a comfortable mobile fun palace which transports me to new, different, exciting places. I love it!

At first though, I didn’t love it.

I shivered and shook when I went inside because it was all so different. It wasn’t a car. I’d been in a car lots of times when I was still with my mum and sisters in the place where I was born. And I travelled in a car with my humans to my new home, and that was lovely because I curled up on a soft blanket on the lap of the human who feeds me. We sat together on the back seat while the other human who does “School” with me drove the car (I’ll tell you about “School” later).

Back to the campervan – they took me into it to show me round, and gave me treats (of course). I had a good sniff round and worked out which cupboard had my food and treats in, and then I had to have a harness on, which was fixed to a sort of seat belt thingy on the floor to make me safe when the home on wheels was moving.

I noticed they’d folded and packed my crate, which I slept in at home, and when we’d had a drive to somewhere they called “campsite”, they unfolded it and put it inside a big sort of cage thing with no roof, then put me inside it too. I had no idea what was going on, or where we were, but my food and toys and blanket were all there, outside the home on wheels and in a good place where I could watch everything that was going on around me. It was all rather interesting.

I must have snoozed off at some point, because next thing I knew, we were all going for a walk to a place they called “beach”. To get there, we walked along a green leafy lane, then the ground under my paws changed. It became yellow and gritty and there was a new funny smell of water. Best thing of all was that there were other dogs having walks on this beach and I threw myself into saying hello and playing with them.

I thought “If this is camping, bring it on!”


A dog’s life

Well here I am, with my own blog. I’ve been sending lots of telepathic messages to my wonderful human (the one who feeds me) as I sit near her feet when she’s writing her own blog, and whoopeee!! the message got through.

“I think I’ll let Bozzy have his own blog” she said. She calls me Bozzy, Boz and host of other silly affectionate names in between. It’s all a bit embarrassing so I won’t bore you with them. The other human, he wot does “School” with me, also calls me these names as do the children who live nearby (aka known as my Fan Club). And of course, the grandchildren do too. They love me to bits. Feeling’s mutual by the way.

I’ll be sharing some of things I get up and places I go to, especially in my motorvan…or campervan…or motorhome…whatever you call them. You know, these homes on wheels which whizz off to exciting new places, either for the day, or for a few days, or for a whopping long time. Bliss. And it’s all part of this, my life, which is a pretty good one.


Welcome to According to Bosworth



Hello. I’m Bosworth. I’m a Norfolk terrier and I shall be sharing some of the things I do and the places I visit in my campervan with my two humans. I like walks, play time, meeting other dogs, keeping a look out for cats and squirrels, and watching wildlife programmes on TV.